A sonnet is a lovely thing;
But in youth, seems a maze.
As age, life does bring -
Beauty is derived from her gaze.
Composed with true complexity;
Deduction of her, required to understand.
Concealed along the spine implicitly
Defined: the secrets of her command.
Every line draws her form near.
For as the eyes downward-ly steer;
Each gorgeous feature, becomes clear –
For no more illusions, now appear.
Gone are her enigmas, found in youth;
Given way – to her forms perfect truth!
Composed By: Andrew Drucker